Petty bullshittery

Ok, so before I forget, let me just get out why I hate the new roommate.

First of all.. he stinks. Whenever he showers (and it’s gross I even have to know WHEN he showers, but the bathroom is right next to my room) the entire house smells like his cheap ass cologne. and it is ASS COLOGNE. ugh. When his door is open it smells like a funky alcohol stink fest and I gag. I hate walking by when he opens his door. It’s just … yucko!

Second of all… his habits are annoying. The man comes home after 11 most nights and he putters around the kitchen making holy rolling messes and leaving his dishes everywhere. I am constantly unloading the dishrack cuz he piles it up with crap and he NEVER unloads it. I have taken to leaving the overflowing trash there (cuz if I don’t fill it, I don’t empty it! damn it) and eventually it gets taken out. If I am the one to make it full, I will empty it, otherwise, I leave it alone and let it sit there and be gross.

Third, he took it upon himself to MOVE MY STUFF! Ok, so here’s the scenario: The freezer has about 5 shelves. I mainly use the three top ones (I feed three people, he feeds one, seems fair) but when Jimmy was in the house, I had the top 4 and he just had the bottom. I figured this rule was still in effect, especially since the freezer was empty except for my stuff for over 2 weeks. So when I went shopping on Saturday morning (didn’t get all i wanted, but oh well) I put a few things on the second to last shelf because they didn’t fit on the top 3. No biggie, it was a rack of ribs and a pork roast. The ribs were really big and could barely fit.

I go in there sunday morning, and what do i see? MY SHIT MOVED. SHOVED AND SMOOSHED AND SMASHED all over the top shelves of the freezer. My vegetables got busted open and food was falling out all over the place. that asshole decided to move my stuff, meanwhile the bottom shevles were STILL EMPTY. what the fuck? (just an after note, he went shopping sunday and brought back enough food for ONE SHELF and made sure to put two meat packages on one shelf and two on another, just to be a dick and act like he needed all that damn space when my stuff is falling out. fucking jackass.)

I was PISSED OFF. How dare he just move my stuff! He crushed and broke a frozen pizza and was just generally out of line with the whole mess. I rearranged some stuff so my shit wouldn’t get more wasted and i heard him open the freezer and a roast fell out on him. ha ha. Serves his dumb ass right. I laughed when I heard it and he stomped around slamming shit for half an hour. Dumbass. All that fucker had to do was either tell me that he needed the two bottom shelves or maybe even leave a note. I would have figured it out. But to just MOVE my stuff? Not cool. I bet he’d pitch a bitch fit if I just moved HIS SHIT. fucking jerk.

ANYWAY, that is when I had had enough. I am still the ONLY ONE who refills the ice container. he leaves like 4 cubes in the bin and then cracks from my trays to try and not be the one who empties the bin. MOTHER FUCKER. I hate hearing him scrounge around in my ice with his hands that have been god knows wehre. It makes me puke in my mouth to think of it. So I ended that bullshit. I took some freezer ziplocs and wrote "MONIQUE’S ICE, TRAYS BOUGHT BY MONIQUE." I then put the ice cubes in one bag (and I think I might put it back in the bin, i did have it in a door tray… i’m not sure yet. And then I put the bags AROUND my ice cube trays. so now the jerk can’t just go cracking my ice and acting like the jerk that he is. I dare him to do it, I’ll jump on his stupid old face faster than he can take a swig of that nasty old beer.

I hate him.

Even garage roomie, who is just a bossy dumb shit (who has been gone for 2 weeks cuz he got himself a girly friend. ooOOoooo) isn’t as annoying as this new guy. I really like Bob. He stays to himself and he’s friendly and knows his lines. these other two jerks… rrrr.

but new guy is the worst. I will continue to mark my territory as long as I have to. It fucking sucks I can’t use my crock pot though. rrrrr.

I do have to put a roast on Wednesday night (for thanksgiving), but I’ll be home and I dare him to unplug my shit. I’ll lose it.

ugh.

Anyway, that was my petty little hissy fit that I had this weekend.

I gotta get to work so I can try to bust out 2 more chapters of Trigger before I go home. I can only seem to get 1 chapter done at home at a time cuz the Sims calls to me.

ha ha!